Contrary to them, the young man—who appeared to reside within the final stretch of his tens—remained tranquil. Deploying glares that pierced through akin to a sharp sword, he swept his eyes across the visages of the Physical Cultivators one by one, and subsequently, hoisting his right hand into the air, he commenced speaking.
"I can decipher the thoughts surging through your minds from your glares. Should you commit an act of stupidity and share what you comprehend with an alternate figure, or should you gather the nerve from this and attempt to execute specific maneuvers, even the figure stationed within the Daylight Forest shall fail to safeguard you from me!"
